Cocoon

While she was thinking
Of all the mesmerizing things she would do
Once she would be a grown up
She wept

Where were all those dreams
And those little fairies?

Where did go the werewolves and the purple rainbows?

Would she be able to find a prince charming?
Or would she just find her drunk father again?
What would happen to her crystal castle and the wizard which help her every time some adult touches her?

Could it be possible that there's nothing out there but creepy skulls laughing out loud?

Or would she find a colourful place, filled with spices and multicoloured fabrics?
Full of souks, magic swords, iphones and psychedelic trance?
Of smiling faces and therapeutical substances?

Then she breathed.
And jumped into the void.

31/12/2014